Victims of Phalaris

Everybody dance when my lips curse

Enjoy the crescendo as it gets worse

Stoke my laurels, tend its flame

A vocal warm-up all the same

Although these notes are also screams

They are the birth caul of my dreams

Roll me round this brazen cage

This steady fire, this tumbling rage

And as my flesh falls to the floor

I wonder what life’s living for

At least in pain I feel I’m living

The tune you love is killing

At least in pain I know I’m living

The tune we love is killing

Listen to the Song

Whiston & Warmack